Nether King, Snow Empress, and Ghost King surrounded Xuan Yi Zi.
Everyone wore grave expressions, their vigilant gazes sweeping across the surroundings to guard against the sudden emergence of a golden spear or a black halberd.
"Xuan Yi Zi, what is the meaning of this?"
Ghost King spoke in an icy tone, having once believed himself to be an ultimate scheming veteran who had outwitted everyone and played the universally acknowledged powerhouses Snow Empress and Nether King in the palm of his hand, only to suddenly discover that someone was hiding even deeper than he was.
How could Ghost King possibly maintain a good mood under these circumstances?
First, a Xuan Yi Zi hiding his true strength had emerged; the power Xuan Yi Zi had previously unleashed was something Ghost King could clearly perceive as absolute power on par with Snow Empress, far surpassing his own.
Even so, he could still suppress his emotions.
What terrified him the most was that Xuan Yi Zi, who was stronger than him, had nearly been killed by someone right in front of him.
He could kill Xuan Yi Zi.
Would it not be even easier for him to kill him?
Ghost King's displeasure at the moment stemmed more from the fear of the unknown.
Cough, cough, cough! "He is..." Just as Xuan Yi Zi was about to continue spinning lies and bluffing them.
A figure appeared before everyone.
The man possessed a slender build, as though carved according to the golden ratio, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind behind him as he slowly walked toward the crowd.
"Xuan Yi Zi, is this your backing?"
Ghost King felt insulted. The man swept his gaze over Nether King, Snow Empress, and himself, and the disdain carried within that gaze was not concealed